From the Pippin puppy archives

Since I couldn't post pictures yesterday, I thought I'd post some of my favorites from my puppy days.






This first one is from my very first day with my people on Jan. 1, 2004. I was exactly 7 weeks old. I was born in Canada and I howled like a seagull the whole way from Canada to Michigan (about 6 hours).







This one was when I was about 14 weeks old. My ear stood up about 2 weeks before this and it never went back down (and the other one never stood up). Yes, I was truly this adorable.








This is me with my good buddy Fritz the cat. When he first came to live with my people, he was really afraid of dogs, but now he loves us and even calls us to come play with him.







And this is me playing with a squash. I have always been very resourceful at getting my needs met.

Flyball Sunday

Hi friends,

Before I had to run off to play tag, I was intending to tell you about flyball (my person tried to do it on Sunday, but the computer ate my post before it got loaded--or so she says). Flyball in the fall goes right along with football (American football that is) and since both fall and football are nearly upon us, it's time to talk about flyball as football.

We are in the "two a day" practice stage on the flyball front, and working hard on the fundamentals. Since my position shift from left side to right side (on the turn that is), I'm having to really work hard to master the swimmer's turn on the right. I did pretty great at practice, as I have for the last two times. Yay me. My goofy brother Hamish also made some important strides and my buddy Renzo continues to refine his box and run-back. Rafe also joined us (and only looked at me once!) but he was just doing something called "socialization". My people said he did pretty good. We are feeling good for our up-coming match mid-September. Renzo will be a starter, but Hamish and I are still working the bench for now. Tansy and Rafe remain spectators to this great sport.

Rather than posting lessons, I thought I'd post a few pictures from the puppy archives (since I was my people's first puppy, you can imagine the breadth and depth of those archives, too); however, blogger is not cooperating at the moment and my person can't find my flickr information, so I'll post from the puppy archives next time

Tag!!! You're it

I got tagged by Hershey, Charlie Kelley-Church, Boomer and the beagles at Beagledom. I've been dancing back and forth to get my person to finally respond. I never knew there was tag!!

Here's the game:

The player of this game starts with "5 weird things/habits about yourself." Then the player tags 5 friends and list their names. The furries who get tagged need to write on their blogs about their 5 weird things/habits, as well as state this rule clearly, then tag 5 more victims. Don't forget to leave your victim a comment that says "you're tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

5 weird things about me...

1. I sometimes don't like to come in the back door

2. I wipe my face after my meals on either the couch or my people's bed

3. I sometimes don't want to go in the car and hide in my crate so they people have to come find me. It's not that I don't like the car--I'm just a homebody.

4. I don't like to eat the "meaty" heartworm pills like all the other dogs and have to have mine coated with peanut butter.

5. I like to herd ants and other small bugs when I can find them.

I tagged Billy, Ayatollah Mugsy, Minou, Sunshade and Moonshadow